Twelve #2
My jeans came off and Saint discarded his. I made eye contact with him; we exchanged a nod, and we both knew the position we desired her in. The king of fucking clubs.
“Grab the branch again, darling, and get ready to fucking ride us,” Saint commanded as we crossed our legs together and faced each other. “Hover that fine ass this way and your pussy toward him. Come on.”
My balls touched my best friend’s. Too fucking close for comfort, but hell, we shared the same woman. Lines were bound to get crossed in time.
“Yeah.” I nodded and rubbed the tip of my dick against her entrance. “Right there, sweetheart. Fuck. You feel so goddamn wet.”
Saint spat on his hand and wiped his saliva up the entirety of Liv’s butthole. He placed his dick at her anus and hung tight. I gripped her hips but waited for her to make the first move. She held onto the tree and locked eyes with me.
“Claim us,” Saint hissed eagerly.
“Do it,” I encouraged with a grin. “Take us. Fuck us, Liv.”
Liv lowered onto our dicks. Her eyes grew bigger with each massive inch she took inside her, and our moans filled the starry nighttime air.
Our warm, drifting, misty breaths formed in front of our faces with each part of us she took in deeper until she was full of us. Her asshole and juicy cunt stuffed.
“Oh, shit!” Liv rolled her eyes back as she lifted and collapsed down. “Fuck!”
Liv repeated the motion, but more hastily, with her chest heaving.
Fuck, I had the best view. Her head tossed back, her tits bouncing with each pound onto us, and her eyes, Christ, her gaze when she looked at me.
Filled with complete, delirious lust. Our girl remained in a sexual haze she never wanted to escape.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Take our dicks. Such a good whore for us,” I praised and groped her tits. “Fuck.”
Saint slapped her ass. “Yes, darling. Just like that.”
Liv shuddered. Her entire body quaked with pleasure as she rode faster.
Up and down. She even shifted shit up and moved back and forth on top of us.
My dick went further into her in the process until she pulled back, but not fully out.
The head of my cock was still in her, and Saint filled her asshole up to the brim. Fuck. She was incredible.
When she started hopping on us again in quick succession, I laid my head back against the earth and closed my eyes. I absolutely fucking loved the sound of her wet pussy slapping down onto my cock. I took in everything. Her sighs and the warmth of her walls clenched around me.
My eyes snapped open. “Coming again already?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Liv made eye contact with me, and she dipped a hand between her thighs.
Goddamn beautiful.
“Go, sweetheart. Come for us.” I kneaded her nipples endlessly.
“Screw us, darling, don’t hold back,” Saint grunted while he gripped her hips.
My best friend was close too. I was right on the damn pinnacle and about to fucking explode. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
I tried to think of something else, but I couldn’t. When Liv’s mouth formed a wide O, she arched her back and thrust briskly atop us. She screamed out our names, rubbing her clit vigorously, and went completely wild. Her pussy clamped down on my dick—she did it for me.
“Fuck, yes.” I shot my load into Liv, and her hips moved uncontrollably. “So damn tight.”
“Shit.” Saint hissed while he pulled out of our fiancée’s ass and stroked his dick until cum dripped down her backside. “Yes.”
Liv clung to the tree branch, “That was—”
“In-fucking-credible,” I interrupted and let go of Liv’s breasts.
“Insatiable,” Saint mumbled as he collapsed to the ground. “I want more.”
“Me too.” I reached up for Liv, but she got out of reach. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Get back here.”
“No. I’ve had you both, and now I need some rest.” My jizz leaked down her thighs and glistened in the moonlight. “Besides, you two need some sleep. You’ve got a big day planned tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me.” I mumbled and let my hand fall to the dirt. “Come screw us again to distract me.”
“Please?” Saint pleaded.
“Nuh-uh.” Liv tsked a finger at us with a smirk and retrieved her clothing. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
“But, babe, it is tomorrow.” I begged.
“You’re killing us here.” Saint admired the sway of her ass, and he pulled on his pants.
Liv kept on walking away. She ignored us and headed back to the penthouse. Oh, well. We’d jerk off beside her while she slept when we got back because we still had boners tucked in our pants. We were energized bunnies with Liv around twenty-four seven. Sexually excited all the fucking time.
I cursed Rocko because I knew she’d cuddle with him when she got in bed. He’d purr, rub against her warm body, and get his way. I should kick the damn cat out on his ass, but Liv would kill me.
“I don’t think she needs us anymore to train her,” I admitted with an unenthusiastic sigh and joined Saint’s side. “I loathe the idea.”
Our little obsession was lethal and goddamn dangerous.
I was proud of Liv for how far she had come, but something inside me felt less like a man.
All we wanted to do was protect her, and we had, but at a cost. The amount of her independence.
We didn’t need to fight all her battles anymore. She could win brawls on her own.
“I know…” Saint exhaled and kicked at the dirt with his hands in his pockets. “I fucking hate it too.”
We fell into step beside one another, lost in our thoughts. We were on top of the world with Liv, and completely happy for her. Except she was at the precipice, while we swiveled and couldn’t stop the fall. Our faces were on a trajectory to plant directly into the earth.